Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.